"Oh." Leo responded, suddenly remembering something. "Have Grady and Mirabe met yet?"


    "No, not yet. There hasn''t been a good opportunity," Grady replied, sounding pretty disappointed.


    He had been eager to officially meet the youngdy for a while now, but Zach had been against it, saying that thepany crew, including himself, might spook her. So, up until now, they hadn''t even exchanged a word.


    He had hoped to finally meet her today at the hospital, but s, she wasn''t there.


    "Then I''ll give Mirabe a call," Leo said, reaching for his phone again.


    "No need, let''s wait for her toe back," Grady shook his head.


    Seeing this, Leo didn''t insist. What if his sister got scared seeing Grady?


    After all, Grady was quite intimidating.


    Truth be told, Grady didn''t look frightening, but he had this aura of ''stay away'' that,bined with his muscr build, made him look like someone you wouldn''t want to mess with, making people instinctively wary.


    Grady, oblivious to Leo''s thoughts, remembered the car ident video and casually asked, "Leo, do you practice driving often?"


    Leo was puzzled. "Uh, what do you mean?"


    Grady''s eyebrows lifted slightly as he pulled out his phone, opened the video, and said, "Your evasive driving was pretty impressive."


    Upon seeing the video on the phone, Leo quickly understood and shook his head, somewhat embarrassed. "It wasn''t me, it was all Mirabe. If she hadn''t taken control of the steering wheel, that day could have ended in disaster."


    Even mentioning it now, his heart fluttered with a mix of relief and fear.


    Grady was taken aback. Knowing that Leo couldn''t possibly have such skills, he was quite curious and eager to meet the youngdy, which had brought him to the hospital.


    "Your sister can drive?" Grady asked.


    Leo scratched his head, recalling that Nick had asked the same question a few days ago, and shared the exnation about ''applying the principle of friction to decelerate'' that his sister had given him, more or less verbatim.


    After listening, Grady fell into a long two-minute silence.


    Using theory to achieve the level of a race car driver''s evasive skills? Only the youngdy could pull the wool over Leo''s eyes like this.


    Grady couldn''t help but give Leo a side nce.


    Receiving this odd look, Leo was all, "?"


    Grady didn''t bring up the car ident again, chatting with Leo about other things while waiting for Mirabe toe back. His curiosity about the youngdy grew


    even more.


    *


    Meanwhile, Mirabe had already left the hospital and was sitting in James''s car. As James drove, he nced over at her right hand. "How''s your hand healing?" Mirabe lifted her hand, now only bandaged simply without the gauze, and nodded. “Your ointment worked wonders. The wound scabbed over in just a day."


    It wasn''t any less effective than what she had nned to make herself.


    James hummed softly. "Apply it a few more times; it should heal without leaving a scar."


    Mirabe raised her eyebrows. She was well aware of the ointment''s effects. Looking out the car window, she then asked, "Where are we going for dinner? Hope it won''t take too long."


    "There''s a diner nearby that does amazing Southernfort food. I''ve already made reservations. We can head straight there," James paused, then added, "I''ve


    arranged for a portion to be sent to Leo as well."


    Hearing this, Mirabe turned to look at him briefly.